Untold 1-3-04

Moonlight reflecting off the ripping waves As a slow voice floated from an echoing cave. The sweet tune flowed, so sad through serene As the sea seemed to calm, glowing green. Deep within the darkness, hidden from sight In the cold cave, she came out for the night. The sea began to darken, for it no longer flowed It only shimmered softly, sharing her sorrow. Her shadowed eyes no longer shone bright Traced with tears, she binged to see the light. Her smooth silver hair shone like the stars and moon As she began to sing out, the sad, mourning tune. For she had fins, the very last of her kind No more of them left, only images in her mind. It rang out in the air, like a hopelessly bird’s cry Yet it was soft, the notes seemed to fly. Her eyes began to water as she reached the sand here’s a different kind of thrived, spread across the land. She longed to be liked them, never alone, not just one.